Last week I asked a girl out. At the laundromat.

I'd seen her before. I screwed up my courage, hoping for a rom com moment.

Because courage favours the brave, right?

Her name is Grace (I know, I know...).

She told me she was flattered but she is taken.

I was disappointed but not entirely surprised.

My point is this - there is no point in living life without knocking on doors, asking questions and chancing your arm.

I don't want to patronise here, but I am so proud you did that.

Fucking respect from me.

Nonbinary issues are not well-known yet, but at least you did your part.

Sometimes, how folks respond initially changes (for the better, we can hope) as they get some time to process it. I congratulate you on this courageous milestone!